I was with a bunch of people, everything was a bit purple and dimly lit. We were fighting a boss and the boss was pennywise. I was going to be going through the tough part of the fight while everyone was fighting as well. We're in this cube shaped room and the fight is about to begin. Pennywise is more of this thing warping, he warps next to me and explains what is about to happen and what I need to do, then the fight starts. The cube is bouncy and everyone is on the ground. My part in the fight is dodging pennywise as he morphs into these smaller little blobs of himself that are bouncing around the room. Every time a blob of him gets near me I'm supposed to dodge it, so I'm trying to time where I'm going to jump next to avoid the blobs, a few times they get really close to me but I dodge, at some point a blob starts to expand really close to me but contracts as it gets in my face. At some point I witness this guy decked out in gear killing pennywise's true form as he looked like some sort of demon. The dream turned to what seemed like the end of a movie involving pennywise. My view is flying in the air looking at this empty forest with hills and possibly a cave, I see pennywise's head in the forest and I wave towards him, his head slightly looks at me. There's no music involved but more of an ambient wind and I hear this faint laugh which meant pennywise was never killed. The movie was supposed to end but I felt like I was sort of trapped in that dream and what would happen next would be him returning so I was panicking to get out of the dream before that happened. Another scene was this free space where people could create things, there were these tall structures and someone was creating this rollercoaster or maybe a water slide.
Internal turmoil... Resolved? I want to be better at meditation. Thanks skipper. I want to be more loving and lucid. In both realities. I want to 'know'. Kindly nudge me awake if you see me sleeping in dream world. Be lucid now! Right now! Rough notes: Oct 22 Did not sleep too well. I was in old mansion with Jack's and my family. there's a tornado there's a tornado or something going on and we had inside a mansion . the first years and stuff starts to get blown away towards us and I'm blocking some of them. But Jack's mother gets hit in the head. She said she need to get somewhere. House breaking apart. Furnitures, big rectangular takes keep flying I'm blocking but house comes apart. We're sent flying in the air. I grab my mom and hug and cover her with my body. There are cars on the road driving, other houses were stripped bare by the wind . We're circling around and I don't let go. I land head first and felt my nose break and taste the blood through my nose, it keeps on rushing out of my head as I'm spun around. I'm dying. I accept my death and begin to let go of my life, I truly felt a sense of ease of death but I still hold on to my mother. Maybe she could still live. I keep getting pushed by the wind slowly losing my consciousness and hit my head against the pavement. My nose hurt even after I was wide awake. It hurt for a good 15 minutes until I decided to rub/crack it a little. Oct 23 Rich family raided by police shut in hot away some family died. On track to get family back. Some siblings spy.tapped house spider bots. Sister helping. Her seat to the secret room but raided by *minipool* squatters. Shot and other ppl come shoot. House. value down. Grandpa helping to rebuild family. Rival family trying to host dinner. Not as good. They may be culprit. Guy learning law to get back home. Words transform to pictures better learning then Transform to women spiral subliminal learning. Hanging with people they want to go to party. Girl didn't want to go. She was popular and others wanted her to go. I tell her I might give her a chance at making love if she comes and she decides to go. Orange vodka. Oct 24 Slept 1 hr
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2019, 10-22 Skyrim: The Endless Loop Regular Dream - Video Game / Semi-lucid - Lucid Dream - Notes I am on my computer, sitting in my own living room. I am reading a web comic called Cookie and Rose by Cobi van Leeuwen which follows the adventures of two Pusheen sisters named Cookie and Rose and their friends and family. This episode starts out with the ladies entering into an Egyptian pyramid to explore. It is night and the headlights of their jeep provide the only light revealing the entrance. The ladies and a couple other Sheens enter the pyramid. One of them has a map showing the layout of an expansive series of passages and chambers in the pyramid. Shortly after they have entered the main corridor there is a loud noise and the ground disappears from underneath Cookie’s feet. Cookie drops out of sight along with the torch she is carrying. Everysheen gasps and Rose reaches for her sister, but it is too late. Cookie is gone and nosheen knows where to. This is where the episode ends. I leave a comment that says, “COOKIE! NO!” with a shocked emoji. Well that’s enough Facebook for now, I take out my VR headset and start up Skyrim VR. The game starts up and goes directly to the beginning sequence. I am back in the cart with Ralof, Lokir, and Ulfric. This stupid thing has looped again! I quietly curse at the Thalmor, who I blame for the loop. Then I find myself singing a song from Silent Hill 4 called Tender Sugar… “Not again, not again, not again, this dream I can't awake. What is real, what is real, what is real? It's getting hard for me to take. What I need, what I need, what I need, a little something I rely. And the white sugar gently hides me. Oh the sweet sugar saves me, it's the room that confines me…” The driver of the carriage calls back to stop that singing. I stop singing and I realize Ralof, Lokir, and Ulfric are all staring at me. Can they hear me? This game wasn’t supposed to have voice recognition… Ralof tells me to go ahead and keep singing… what are they going to do? Execute me twice? This sets Lokir off, he says it’s all Ralof’s and Ulfric’s fault that he got captured and if he had his way he would see both of them burned alive over a low fire so it would take a nice long time for them to die. Then he emphasizes that he doesn’t include me in that, he knows I’m no foul Stormcloak and… I tell him to cram it. He does a double take, but then for a wonder, he shuts up. We arrive in Helgen and go in. I see Elenwen on a horse not far off. I mutter to myself that I will definitely fus her straight to Oblivion this time. A fus, a ro, and a dah and she will go flying off of the highest cliff I can find into the endless abyss. Then I realize I’m thinking aloud and Ulfric is looking at me and I shut up. Now I am in front of the Imperial captain who orders my unjust execution and the lyrics of Metallica come out… “Die, die, die, my darling! Don't utter a single word! Die, die, die, my darling! Just shut your pretty mouth, I'll be seeing you again. I'll be seeing you in Hell!” Then General Tullius is giving his monologue. Ulfric is completely ignoring him and looking at me. This seems to frustrate Tullius a bit, his monologue seems less confident and he finally walks off. Ulfric keeps staring at me. Now Evanescence lyrics from the song Taking Over Me come out, I don’t seem to be able to stop myself… “You don't remember me, but I remember you. I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you. But who can decide what they dream? And dream I do…” The lyrics trail off as I ask if Ulfric somehow DOES remember me… no, that’s impossible. This is another loop. Everything goes normally from there. They try to have my head off and then Alduin attacks. I follow Ralof and the other Stormcloaks into the tower. But then it hits me that I’ve lost all of the progress I’d made in my previous game. This feels extremely depressing and I just drop to my knees under the weight of the depression. I ignore Ulfric when he says we need to move now, he’s not talking about me. Ralof tells me to get up the tower, but I ignore him, too. I say I think I’ll sit this one out. Ulfric asks what I’m waiting for. I look up, wondering why Ulfric would be addressing me when there are Stormcloaks who need to get away safely, including a wounded Stormcloak near me. I focus healing energy and he recovers. It must have been him Ulfric was talking to. I return to waiting to see what happens if I just sit here. Then someone is pulling me to my feet. I look and see Ulfric. He says he doesn’t know why I have decided to give up so easily… I say I have done this sooooo many times… Ulfric continues and says there’s no way the Dragonborn would give up, we’re leaving now. Then Ralof is also pulling me up. If I don’t go I’ll probably get Ralof and Ulfric killed… but how does Ulfric know I’m Dragonborn? That hasn’t been discovered yet… I get up and go along with Ulfric and Ralof. Aside from Ulfric being with us everything is following the normal course. I get separated for a bit and have to follow Hadvar until I find Ralof again. I don’t see Ulfric. Ralof says they got separated. The rest of the intro quest goes normally. I take too much pleasure in setting the Imperial captain on fire, the one who ordered my execution even though I wasn’t on the list. Ralof and I get out of Helgen just as Alduin is flying away. Ralof wants to get my promise that there will be no more talk of giving up. I realize my depression has lifted some and I no longer feel like giving this cycle up. I tell Ralof it was a passing depression, and it has passed now. I thank him for helping me. He says we are both safe, that’s what counts. We make our way to Riverwood before I wake up.
I decided to type out the dreams since I couldn't sleep and also because one of the dreams were way too cool for me at least. It deserved to be typed out. I'm also thinking of just recording DJs as an audio file. With just a few keywords typed as a way to sort it while going in details and expanding it in recordings. Oct 21,2019 Skeptical Jump It was right after I'd eaten dinner and I was very sleepy so I decided to head to bed. I had an urge to sleep in a different bed so I did so. I recall waking up a couple of times before a slightly stronger awakening. I could have woken but I decided to head back to sleep. I began to get very hot in the chest/solar plexus area but I just ignored it and was admant to get back to sleep. Not too long after I began to get some noise in my head and I began to focus on it. I was pretty persistent about it and after some time it became louder, then eventually began to vibrate. It was the familiar vibration stage if you will and I began to feel slight unease but I had experienced it many times before so I just simply told myself that "you enjoy this" because you know it's followed by very interesting experiences most of the times. So all the negativity just melted away as I braced myself for the next event. But alas nothing really happened and the sensations began to wane as I lay atop the bed. I was skeptical though, however, that I may have AP'ed or WILDed so I just imagined myself rolling out of the bed. Not much happened for some time but I kept going and I fell out of bed in the end. Sensations felt normal and it was dark, I still had doubts though; so I decided to head out the bedroom and things were still dark and normal so I thought I'd be able to tell if I'm dreaming if I head outside. I went outside to the backyard and jumped. I instantly reached max velocity and shot like a beam of light into the sky. I was certain now and completely lucid. Chinatown I was transported elsewhere after the jump though. I was now inside what looked like an Audi minivan or something similar. I was in the backseat and my dad was driving that car. I still maintained some lucidity from before but I wasn't certain if I was dreaming for sure. My thinking was that if I paid attention like the previous event I might get something to confirm my suspicions but this time I was wept up by the dream plot and lost lucidity eventually. Outside the car was what appeared to be an extravagant chinatown. Very interesting and lavish structures surrounded the main road and perhaps there was some festival going on. We pick up my mom in a little bit. As we keep driving down the road there was an asian girl there whom we picked up. I don't know who she was but she got on the car on the seat to the front left. Keep on driving down and eventually we come across some blockade or a something. It was like a border wall/gate that went into China I think. There were some chinese men there dressed like police. We stopped and got out, there was a glass wall that stopped us from progressing further and my dad pressed his passport against the glass. FA DJ I was on the bed and tried to DJ the previous dream but the phone acted weird. Well it acted pretty normal and I had trouble taking notes about the dream. I awoke then DJ'ed on the phone, it was just like that FA, had trouble with apps to DJ. University escalators I was in some university building it appears. It was structured like a mall and I remember riding many escalators. There were some unscrupulous girls there. There was ML, and Amy whom I consider to have disgusting personalities objectively speaking. There was a girl with glasses hanging out with them. I remember that we were eating sushi and dropped one to the ground. They got mad that I spilled the sushi and called the cops on me. I get away. I also met Mike on the way out. Large Dome Likely continuation of previous dream. I'm uncertain if they were 1 dream or were separated. It was the same university area and I was exploring the building. I was suppose to head to my dad's office or something and I found myself in a very large dome like structure at the right most part of the university campus. It was a futuristic structure with an elevator that was unlike ones we have now. It was a circle. A pretty big circle. If you went to the middle of the circle it would move up or down instantly. And there was another elevator on top that went sideways that helped you move across the campus with ease. I found my dad using the sideways elevator. I remember the glasses girl from the previous dream somewhere in the dream initially, don't recall her too much. ~I also remember being in this campus inside a dream before. It was a little different though but I am certain it's the same location. But it was before I went on DV I'm sure, so perhaps a dream from about a year ago. notes I might have missed about dream: Large dome building glass girl dad 7th floor elevator. Instant vertical elevator presence planet. Richard's dad's house I found myself in Richard's dad's house. It was mostly empty and boring and there appeared to be some BBQ or something going on. But there were barely any guests though. I just remember the house was much larger than how it was 'suppose' to be and I explored the house. The pool was much larger too, I suppose it was maybe half an acre sized pool, perhaps a little smaller. I ate some purple fermented food, likely beets. There was also diarrhea in the pool... Opening locked door I forget the contents. But I opened a locked door! IS THIS THE LOCKED DOOR THAT WERE IN MY LUCID NIGHTMARES? Slave girl A dream about a girl being enslaved. Just a short vision I think. Extravagant weapon Some kind of extravagant and golden weapon like a staff. It's similar to the chinatown theme from the first dream I think. A wooden staff adorned with much gold and colorful reds might be more accurate. Cheating in poker, caught. Inside a mall or something, similar or could be the campus area from previous dreams. I found some friends playing poker at the casino in the end of the hall. I saw Wolf there, I think it was Wolf with someone else. Maybe it wasn't Wolf, it was Carl. They were clearly cheating on poker as I watched them from the sides. I approached the table and began cheating as well; not out of will but it felt more liek a dream plot. The dealer caught me and we were chased out. Went outside the casino and still chased us. Something happens in the end I forget. Maybe I saw Mike there again. Quebec Border I was driving down the Quebec, and eventually get to a small office that was related to border office or employment. I somehow drove the car inside the small office and it was stuck there. People inside thought not much of it and proceeded to their activities. I looked up some job ads but someone to my left told me they were bad jobs (red light district sort of) and I saw visions of it and wanted to leave now. But my car was still stuck inside the office and there were people standing near the entrance so I wasn't sure how to get out of here. I had some small chocolate candy shaped like a ball so I gave it to people near the counter and asked them to help me. Then I gave some to the people near the entrance to ask them to move away for abit. They cooperate and I manage to get the car out the front entrance. Border topic related to the first dream. Frozen School I was inside a campus of a cool looking school. It was beautiful really and large. There were white buildings and a very large schoolyard adorned with beautiful white stones structures and pavements of some sort like the greek buildings with generous amounts of lush greenery and it was very cool. I get the impression that it was a highschool building but I am uncertain. There was something very... interesting about the place. I can't quite describe it. After spending some time in the school there was some calamity that freezes the whole school and the students within it. I head out to find a solution to the problem. House #34, Fairy Queen, Thrithe I was exploring to find a way to solve the previous predicament. Eventually I ended up in the area of the previous home, house #34. It wasn't exactly how I remembered it. It was the same street, that was for sure. The white asphalt sidewalks, I'm not exactly sure what that's made of but this particular sidewalk had a very clean white and a certain hue that wasn't in other streets. It appears to be the future, as I now see an apartment building where the house #34 used to be. It was maybe not exactly an apartment but more like a lot or whatever you call those things where artists and people often use as offices. Multi-storied building where there's only a single large room inside. I was approaching this apartment like building and I noticed some very strange plant-tree thing with many needles sticking out of it. The nedles were pretty long I say about a foot and a half, 20-30 cm long and 1/2 cm wide. The plants began to shoot these needles at me as I approached the building but I decided to go anyways. I was stabbed by quite a few of them before I got through the entrance. It was an empty first floor, a single square renovated hall that looked abandoned. I went up the stairs, one or a few flights before I found some signs of people. I was still injured and I was glad to find some people, perhaps they could help treat my injury or something. They were all female or at least female looking beings. I think that they were not human. Likely similar to elves but I'm pretty sure they weren't elves. I asked for their help and they gladly decided to help me after sensing that I appeared to have a good energy or something. They helped me out and decided to teach me about things. I guess about them. They walked me through the building and it was a sort of hideout or something. It was pretty big inside and eventually I come across some cages. They showed me some familiars, and wanted to teach me to summon them. They were behind these small cages, and some large cages and told me to call out it's name. ~I'll call them nymphs, instead of they now. Since I feel like it's closest understanding or idea of them I can conjure at the moment. I remember the first familiar I saw was a frost spirit of sorts. There were also faries there and the nymphs told me to try to summon them by calling out their name. I called out it's name and I managed to summon it through the cage. I forgot the name now though. What the nymphs have shown me so far were lesser familiars and as I kept threading deeper into the building I began to see more powerful familiars there. Those ones weren't really caged; well they were in cages but the impression that you got was that they were too lazy to get out of it or were pretty comfortable by how they were taken care of so they didn't bother escaping at all. Large golden bars. Behind them was the Fairy Queen. She was brightly shining in neon green that was slightly towards somewhere in the middle of green to yellow-green spectrum. Shaped like a butterfly. The nymphs weren't there. I began to feel the energy around it and emulated the same energy frequency within myself. Until our frequency was one. Just resonate in the same frequency and she'd come to help me. We'd connected and I managed to summon the Fairy Queen. She had taken a liking to me. I called out to her and she was now on the other side of the cage with me. There were some very tight ,square cages to the left of where I was now. They were serpentine beings. The nymphs tried to avoid them. I looked at the snakes there. I tried to call out to them by sound. I mimicked their sounds by going "thhh." The serpents all looked at me; they moved their head an followed their gazes to whichever directions I moved. I was intrigued for a moment but immediately one of them escapes the tiny cells by their own volition and power. It was one lively serpentine familiar. It appeared to have been attracted to my energy and came at me. It circled around me and for a moment. It wanted to form a bond or something and before I could respond another one had escaped. This one was, much much more powerful. It was dry-dirt brown colored serpent familiar and it wanted to drive away the previous one. I was a little nervous for a moment but I calmed down as I sensed no hostility towards me, apparently I had good compatibility with serpentine familiars. I communicated with the brown one with my energy to calm down. It decided to listen to me and it's energy coiled around my right arm, meanwhile the previous green-ish serpent decided to take the left side. I was wearing the 2 familiar like a bracelet or an armlet. They decided to settle there. The brown serpent, it's name, was Thrithe. I tried calling out the familiars as a practice. First I called out the fairy queen and she proceeded to help me. Then I called out the serpents, Thrithe. Everything worked well. I was back at the frozen school now. And it began to unfreeze. People began to unfreeze. The icy snow-like surface melted and the students there began to question their surrounds. Why was it frozen/snowy here? The scene appeared to be near summertime as a context with very bright sun. But the rest of the ice and snow melted quickly after. Perhaps vaporized is a better word here and it left no traces of water, so I suppose they were maybe dry frozen like dry ice. It all happens very fast and everyone thought it must've been just their imagination. Their sense of doubt had evaporated, just like the ice that surrounded them merely a moment ago.
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Jamie dreams First dream I think I was making out with her, only i don't think I was me... hmm. Second dream was a FA, I was looking at a wall and I saw writing from Jamie that said, "I've loved you." Good to hear. Crazy vivid dream Started out with I was in a big apartment building and ran into Jaas and Haley from didsbury... Haley had a black eye. I just sort of passed and waved at them. Later I was with a group of people and i forget a sequence of events.. but I trapped some bad guy inside a piece of paper. don't really understand it myself but i did. Dream logic i guess. Next part I'm going through a building like a motel. but it looks under construction and a bunch of homeless looking people are there. I'm handed a key to my room and I go through hallways made of plywood. My room doesn't even lock and it's also a thin door made of ply wood. I decide not to stay in it. I get back with the group of people. I somehow let the guy out of the piece of paper. I'm hiding in parts of the room and he starts killing people with a buzz saw. I get behind him and perform a chokehold on him. I hold him there for quite some time and he looks passed out. He gets up right after i let him go and i leave the room with a bunch of people...
In this dream I was playing a game that had some form of AI in it. It tried to generate and ocean-based Zelda game but since it didn't know how to program NPCs there were just a bunch of dead mermaid Links at the bottom of the ocean. I then woke up and went to the kitchen. It was early in the morning (likely 5PM or before) and my grandma wasn't in a good emotional state. I hugged her for a little while, which resulted in her telling me that she was calling the cops. When I asked why, her only reply was "suicidal war rites". She grabbed a petri dish with remnants of some kind of brown substance while I was begging her not to kill herself. She was about to get something else from the cabinet where we put our cereal until she finally snapped and screamed at me to shut the fuck up.
Friday, 18 October 2019 Reading time: 3 min 20 sec. Here, I will explain the essential decoding of entries that will eventually include “bird resurrection” in the title. The original entries will remain in my online journal. Something coming to life, reviving, or waking from sleep in the last part of a dream is simply the subliminal, liminal, or supraliminal anticipatory autosymbolism of waking up, the preconscious precursor of gaining control of the physical body and the emergence of consciousness and valid personal identity. That is what most final dream segments include (more so with instinctual and lucid modulation), though with an infinite variety of content. Ultimately, the most common indicator of this process for me is a bird of any number of species from dream to dream. The foundation of this process has occurred every sleep cycle since early childhood, though I have only thus far included some of the more interesting dreaming experiences online. Qebehsenuef Canopic Jar (October 18, 2019). A mummified parrot in an Egyptian falcon canopic jar (Qebehsenuef) comes to life, and the bird vibrates in my hands with pleasing sensations. The most recent mental activity before this had been in slow-wave sleep (virtual mummification). I am lucidly modulating liminal space (anticipating the drop, but it does not occur). I had intestinal pain before (and during) sleep. (A Qebehsenuef canopic jar holds the intestines.) Note that any container typically represents how the dream self cannot arouse the physical body until consciousness emergence. Decayed Fence and Strange Weather (July 7, 2015). At the end of this dream, Ava Gardner is in a lacey black dress. She is on the floor near a couch on her elbows, with her knees up. As I grab her heels, she transforms into a Tweety Bird foil balloon of about three feet in length. I strike it against the floor while holding the bottom edge, but it remains as it is. (It was similar to “Unconvincing Resurrection” from October 18, 2016, when I tried to resurrect a dream character from his skull in a bucket of water, but out came a novelty balloon with a skeleton print.) That dream segment (the last part of a much longer dream) is probably more ridiculous than most other examples. Balloons and birds both correlate with drop anticipation, though balloons additionally relate to a subliminal, liminal, or supraliminal focus on breathing while sleeping. One Quail into Three (September 26, 2014). There is a tall thin paper sack with a rectangular bottom that contains a sickly quail on its side. There is a vivid vibration as I hold the paper bag. Eventually, there are inexplicably three quail in it, two healthy, one sickly. Zsuzsanna is about to sell the sack of quail to an unknown woman who arrives at our door (lesser wall mediation with doorway waking autosymbolism). I wake as she talks to her. That dream indicates the same process and with the same modulation as the first example, though instinctually rather than lucidly. However, enigmatic space (not a dreaming process) also became a factor here. Years later, in real life, our oldest daughter took an interest in raising quail (with Zsuzsanna helping her). When selling a few in town, the buyer complained about one of them being unhealthy, though it was not; it only had one feather out of place. Thus, my dream’s scenario was also literal, but years before real-life correlation. (One quail of a small hatching as here died in another instance.) Baby Bird (May 4, 2014). We have a baby bird (possibly a wild finch) that fell out of its nest and is living inside my makeshift terrarium outside. It is weak and sickly, seemingly injured. By feeding it small pieces of rubber cut from a bicycle inner tube, it grows and becomes healthier in a short time. Later, after feeding it potato chips, it ceases to exist. That dream might seem bizarre to people who do not understand the co-occurrence of dreaming and waking processes. Bicycles are a more grounded form of vestibular correlation anticipation than flight is (with less expectation of the drop), so this is instinctual modulation to correlate emerging physical preparedness as much dream content is. Next, come potato chips. As they crumble easily, I associate them with the dream state losing cohesion (and the bird and anticipatory factors dissipate as a result). The Hummingbird Power (January 2, 2007). In this dream, a hummingbird had gotten into our house, and I do not want it to become weak over time or injure itself. Holding it creates an extreme sense of compressed weight as well as pleasing powerful vibrations. Although it seems to have gotten squashed when I absentmindedly close our front door, it seems invulnerable and flies back into our house for a time. Ceramic Chicken (from 1963) is one of my oldest validated dreams from before I could write. A statue coming to life is the anticipation of waking (cortical arousal). Hopefully, this entry should serve as a partial foundation for idiot-proofing my online dream journal when it comes to this type of content.
Beta testing VR I found myself in an underground facility among many others. We were here to test out the new vr headset.I saw M. Zberg leading this project. We were testing a new VR game that was an MMORPG and I was finding some special items of sorts. We were just going through the tutorial section of it, digging our way through a large boulder with a modded weapon. The weapon was the first weapon we got and we crafted to make it resistant to being used as a shovel to dig through these boulders. I secretly custom crafted my own weapon, though I remember it not being so good. I guess the dream felt like 3 hours? Eating I was a house. Similar to home. I was eating with family and a maid. She had black I think short hair and she ate with us. She sat in front of me. Behind in Class I was in a classroom and I was just having trouble with the stuff they were teaching. Not sure if it was due to my own laziness or something. I just felt not so hot. But the good thing was that the teacher was nice. I remember she was pretty tall and had blonde hair, had kind eyes. She did her best to help me catch up. Fight by stairs I might have awoken a bit. I'm walking down the staircase in the same school from before. It felt like structurally built like the japanese school. I was just minding my own business when X comes along and tries to fight me. I'm fighting him off and get away. I was with a couple of friends here and I get lucid. I tell them to hold on to me so I can teleport us out of this mess. I hold their hands and close my eyes to mass teleport. *maybe a memory of X trying to push me down staircase. I balanced back and tried to push him back. He already ran away like a coward that he was, and there was only the door with the fortified windows. I broke through the windows with my palm. I remember feeling the metallic mesh that bent around my palm like butter and the annoying pain of shattered glass cutting my palm. I guess maybe this dream could be related to that memory. I guess the thing, or the lesson from the memory could be to trust my instincts. First impression of people were always right. University Exploding Lab, Jin I think it's continuation of last dream. We were teleported to somewhere else. I was in a car riding with my mom and some others. We were headed to the university lab to meet up for something. There was a guy that stood out here. He hair short black hair that shot up in the air and light brown skin. He was a young pretty good looking charismatic brown man. he had some special powers and were helping me out or following me for some reason. He wasn't human. I think he was a Djinn or something. Like a genie sort of being and he was just taking that form for now. Let's call him Jin for now then. Anyways we get to the university and inside the lab. Just walking around. There were some girls here that were from the previous dream that teleported with me while we were going to meet up with the others (around 4-5 of them). Why were we meeting up anyways? I remember a picnic scene. We head back. We're going to the same lab again, in the same car. After a while we get to the same university and we head into the lab. I am with Jin inside the lab. But this time the lab was getting flooded. There were water spurting from everywhere, perhaps the plumbing system was messed up. Got pretty worried about the safety of the place, with it getting flooded and all. It appeared to be a chemistry lab. I begin to talk to Jin to address my concerns regarding our safety here and before you know it- *BOOM* The entire place explodes. I see white light. I make it alive somehow but I was worried about the others. We were gathering in a spot where the casualties were being collected. They were put into tiny cells of structures that looked like beehives. I suppose beehive structure since it's the most efficient shape in terms of surface area of material being used to build this thing. I find a couple of companions from earlier here. A few were missing though, including my mom and Jin. I was a bit worried since I could cast revive to bring them back to life if they were dead, but how could I do that if their bodies couldn't be located? Perhaps I am lucid or somewhat lucid here. I see some kind of tablet like device playing a video though, it was a video call from my mom. She was visiting some relatives or friends earlier so she was away from the explosion as I saw her friends just casually talking to each other. I saw them in 3rd person for a second before I was back. I was relieved about that so I decided to head back to the scene of the explosion to find others. First I went back to the lab area. The lab was the right most unit that protruded out of the university building so I decided to head to the room or the hall ot the immediate left. There in among the beat up building I hear Jin's voice. He calls out to me but I can't see him. I look around and I find some kind of box. I wasn't exactly sure how to describe the long rectangular box so I googled it- optimum square prism. The box was black with bits of yellow along the edges. It had a wooden like texture. Jin was in there. He said that he was safe in there during the explosion. Like a real genie he put himself into some kind of container. I was just analyzing the situation and he got a bit upset, and told me to hurry up and get him out of the box. Notes I felt really bad on awakening before the ld. Felt like I wasn't progressing with LD, I realized that it was negative self talk eventually and dealt with it with shadow work/mindfulness.
Updated 10-18-2019 at 06:39 AM by 96162
Morning of October 18, 2019. Friday. Dream #: 19,296-12. Reading time: 34 sec. In the dryad stage, there is liminal ambiguity. The sign of movement and discernment of white (as with a nymph’s elaborate dress) seems to be a misperception. There is no one sitting on the low branch of a big tree in an otherwise open area. As a result, I walk through the sparse ruins of an unknown town, signifying the dream state is slowly losing cohesion. There is a more clearly defined warehouse (liminal space) I enter. I find an Egyptian falcon canopic jar (Qebehsenuef). It contains a mummified parrot that comes to life when I hold it. I vividly feel the movement as I hold onto it, even a subtle, pleasing vibration as if from a mild electrical current. See also “bird resurrection” (for the explanation of this process) that will follow this entry and have the date of October 18, 2019.
I am being prepared for surgeryThere is something wrong inside my head and it must be fixed. They administer the drugs to knock me out. I come to before the surgery is finished and somehow wander off while still on the drugs. I am now outside and realize I must get back to surgery but the dream is shifting and I assume the effects of the drugs are making it so I am getting lost. I try to ask for help but my words come out mixed up I am afraid.
10/17/19 I just recently had a major surgery on my left arm/shoulder and am wearing a bulky protective sling 24/7. I just started P.T. In this dream I am talking to a female therapist (IRL it is a male) and she tells me she is going to put a snake on my chest. I get nervous. She brings in a 5 foot long rattle snake that is fat like it swallowed a couple cats. She puts it on me and it is very heavy, almost suffocatingly so. It starts slowly moving around as I lay on the table. I am worried it will bite me. She assures me that it will infact bite me, but not to worry. It bites my thigh but I am numb.
2019, 10-17 Underground Slavery Regular Dream - Video Game / Semi-lucid - Lucid Dream - Notes I am playing Skyrim VR. I am in a cage. There is a Dunmer outside the cage gazing in at me. He is wearing green robes and has some mechanical device over his left eye that makes it look like he has been assimilated by the Borg. I ask who he is and he says he is Shanath Selthri, we are now in Sadrith Kegran, and I am his property. I say no, I belong to no one. He says he bought and paid for me so I am his. I tell him I’ve heard enough of that bullshit, I’m out of here. He says not until he lets me out, I can’t even get out of that cage unless he lets me out. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and cut through the cage bars, creating an easy exit. Shanath steps back and stares at this and repeats that I am his slave and I must obey him. I find myself speaking in Disturbed lyrics. “I’m no slave, are you feeling brave? Or have you gone out of your mind?” I am thinking to cut him in two but then I stop… he’s no threat to me so there’s no need to kill. Instead I cut my blade through the air just centimeters from his chest. I’m rewarded with a look of fear and smell of urine. He has wet himself. Good enough. I unform my blade and walk out the door. I exit Shanath’s house into a city with huge glowing mushrooms. Graceful bridges span streams of phosphorescent water and strange crab creatures have glowing things on their backs. It is as bright as noon, but when I look up I see I’m not outside, I’m are in a huge underground cavern. Everything glows a different color, the result is beautiful. I wander through the town looking at the sights. The town is filled with mostly Dunmer, though there are some other people around. I notice the other people are all wearing rags while the Dunmer are wearing brightly colored robes like Shanath had been. I approach a woman in rags and speak to her. She looks at me but doesn’t answer. I try again. A Dunmer in dark pink robes comes over and tells me to leave her slave alone. I tell her she just lost her slave. And unless she wants to lose more than that she will walk away. I am feeling angry as I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and fix the Dunmer woman with what I hope is an intimidating glare. She starts responding with, “How dare you…” but then thinks better of it and hurries off. I turn my attention back to the woman. She looks scared. I tell her she’s safe with me now and will soon be free. I ask her if she can respond to me. She shakes her head and opens her mouth to reveal she has no tongue. I ask if these foul slave traders did that to her and she nods. I am even angrier now. I focus healing energy on the woman and it is able to regenerate her tongue. Her speech is a bit slurred as if she’s forgotten how to talk properly. She then points behind me. I look and see the woman from earlier along with a Dunmer man in green robes and several guards. The Dunmer woman points at me and says I’m the one who was so arrogant as to think I can take her slave. I glare at both of them and say true arrogance is thinking you have the right to abduct innocent people and bring them into an existence of forced labor and imprisonment. I tell her that ends now. I am taking the slaves with me. I will heal them and set them free. I brandish my Alex Mercer blade and add that if anyone interferes they will find themselves minus more than just a couple slaves. I keep the slave woman close to me as I go to look for more. The guards block my way. I still have hope of getting out without killing so I fus the group of five guards. FUS-RO-DAH! The guards fly backwards and land in a pile. I tell them that is the last non-lethal method I will use, so do not interfere! The Dunmer man says I can’t leave so I might as well give up. I ignore him and go off to find more slaves. I find more and heal their tongues. I have a dozen slaves with me when we head for the exit. When I go to pass through I feel my energy getting drained. I see I have an amulet on that is doing it. I pull the amulet off and throw it on the ground. I see they are all wearing the amulets so I take all of the amulets off and leave them in a pile on the ground. We all walk out of a cave and into the sunlight. Everyone seems to be unsure of what to do. I figure they need money to start a new life. I pull a purse full of gold from my robes. I have tons of it! I give each person 10,000 gold to start with and I still have tons left. What do I want to spend it on? I’ll hang on to it for now. I wake up here.
Sunday, 13 October 2019 Reading time (optimized): 4 min. In this informative dream journal series, I will clarify how vehicles appear and function in the ways they do in my dreams based on over 50 years of experience and validation in my life as both an instinctual dreamer and natural lucid dreamer. First and foremost, the isolated (with the exception of enigmatic space and quantum entanglement) and illusory mental model of the dream self (that also lacks the viable memory of conscious identity because of its disconnection from the unconscious mind, chiefly in non-lucidity, to prevent false memory building) does not have the potential to control the physical body during sleep (though sleepwalking seems to be an exception, but that is not a subject of which I have experience). Even so, that factor does not stop my dream self (by way of preconscious monitoring and accommodation) from creating the imaginary dynamics of physical movement and virtual travel. Since early childhood, there have only been a few basic practices and variations in the modulation of vehicles that I will explain in this series. When it comes to the drop (vestibular correlation experienced as an imaginary fall, typically during the natural waking process), dream modulation often varies as analogical to controlling a potential sneeze, which is possible, though somewhat unpredictable (depending on the depth of sleep). I typically experience two types of short dreams at the start of each sleep cycle (before entering longer hypnagogic sessions). One is the right leg kick (usually correlating with the same dream content, that is, walking and falling, more intense when I had done more walking earlier that day, which proves it is a result of physical causes stemming from muscle dynamics and not personal reasons by way of the popular but asinine notion of “interpretation”) and the other is the spasm in my back, like a jab, that is extraordinarily intense, though the foundation of its dynamics specifically stems from liminality (that is, being between dreaming and wakefulness with separation of conscious identity from viable physicality) and the extent of cortical arousal. As such, dream content varies, though with the same types of autosymbolism that represent stages of dreaming. I will review various dream features and events from my 50 years of dreaming history. Vehicle renderings mainly stem from my dream self’s desire to subliminally, liminally, or supraliminally enhance the potential of imaginary physicality and the illusion of movement. The kind of vehicle (for example, car, train, bus, truck, boat, airplane, helicopter, flying saucer, and so on) establishes co-occurrence with the dreaming stage and specific dynamics of vestibular arousal, degree of expectation of the drop, and extent of physical dynamics and muscularity in sleep as well as the residual level of melatonin. It needs to be understood that not all vehicles in my dreams exhibit co-occurrence solely with my imaginary dream state physicality and its status as I instinctually or lucidly anticipate and match induction, dreaming, and waking stages (including the drop). In some cases, associations with the bed I am sleeping in become part of the vehicle-rendering process, either directly or ambiguously, and then it becomes a signification that the vehicle is more representative, in an imaginary sense, of the bed (and my contact with it) than my physicality is. It also depends on incidental shifts that match shifts in consciousness, particularly preconscious processing. There are also cases where a vehicle correlates with legitimate physicality, including in a premonitory context. I will now elaborate on the specific causes of dream content and variations of the fundamental processes, the main focus on imaginary vestibular dynamics, and their control (whether instinctually or lucidly). I will reveal an interesting note on how a vehicle bumping or rubbing against another one was rare in my dreams until after being with Zsuzsanna and sharing a bed with her. This occurrence stems from the anticipation of our bodies bumping together during our sleep. It does not mean my dream is demonstrating literal co-occurrence with such monitoring (other than when there is physical contact), as it mainly stems from anticipation as with the drop. Now, I will go into the specifics with dream content and comparing and contrasting processing factors. In “Overpass Mishap” (September 22, 1974), I instinctually phased out of my imaginary physicality (and my dream) by passing through the roof of a taxi as I anticipated the drop. As the overpass collapsed, I was simultaneously in flight. The car, being an illusion of my fictitious dream body as I looked down, became like a Matchbox car in this case, the setting becoming like a model of the town. Lucidity is not required to control dreams. All one needs is an understanding of what dreaming processes are. The instinctual essence already exists, as it is not biologically possible to be unaware of being asleep while dreaming. I could easily compare this with “The Suitcase and the Stolen Sweepstakes Entries” (September 20, 2019). In that case, rather than anticipation of the drop bringing about waking, I instinctually used it to vivify and sustain my dream, which eventually shifted into cognitive arousal processes. (The drop rarely occurs more than once in the latter half of the sleep cycle and usually only once at the beginning.) When the driver (a teenage girl) deliberately drove off the edge of a second-level parking lot, I had no concern as I felt the movement of the bus falling to the perpendicular street below. I should emphasize how dreams preconsciously distort reality to prevent waking life associations and false impressions. For example, in my first dream above, although the situation came from a recent real event, the taxi was heading south into town rather than taking me north to my home in Cubitis, and in the last scene, transformed into a downscale model. In my second dream above, the parking lot was an altered version of a ground-level parking lot. (There were no elevated parking areas at the front of the shopping mall in real life, revealing how dreams distort settings based on the drop or waking process anticipation.)
Updated 10-17-2019 at 04:46 PM by 1390
Yesteday wc dream -- Lucid staircase ex I was at the top of a stairscase to the left or it rather. There was some metal bars that stopped you from falling off the sides. I saw my ex and someone else to the right. We were laying on our stomach and looking down the stairs or at that direction. I become lucid and tell my ex that this is a dream, shows me a sad face. I tell the person to my right that this is a dream. They appeared to be sad that it was a dream. I give a kiss to the cheek or get a kiss to the cheek. The sad face told me it was sad that they weren't the real version that could give me love, they wanted to be the real one instead of a dream one. Perhaps I should have let the dream play out. But what is real or dream anyways, it was real in that moment- maybe I was kind of a jerk to point it out. --- Some dream about earlier in the day -- Today Nightmare Cult, family I was in the big city. Downtown of BC or somewhere nice. Being chased by a cult. Perhaps same cult as the cult dream. I was with my family and we were escaping them. They were trying to find us and we escaped on a car. We headed into a mall, it had some small restaurants and a supermarket. Somebody there is a cult member and notices us and calls the HQ. We escape and I'm with my mom. We call a cab outside the mall to escape. It was dark outside. The cab driver had a mustache -> ( like that with a dark skin and drove us. He knew that we were in an urgent situation and drove really fast. Super fast, ignoring some traffic laws but that's ok. He drove us to building #36 and I thought it was the house #36, but it was rather apartment #36. We entered the apartment lobby and towards the elevator. Feeling somewhat safe. I saw an old man who looked at us suspiciously. He was a cult member and called out forhelp. I told my mom to run away by myself as I proceeded to gain their attention. Another old man began to come after me. I tried to tell him that the other guy was part of a evil cult but he did not listen and they surroudned me. --- Trying to AP/WILD in dream I didn't know I was dreaming at the time. There was the kid with glasses. I forget his name but he was a little jerk with glasses that's all I remember. Anyways I forget earlier part of the dream but we are in the bedroom and each of us had a bed or a futon of sort and slept there. I began to get vibrations after sleeping and proceeded to leave the body a little but went back in. Vib, leave, back in. This repeated perhaps 10 times. Good practice I guess. I asked the kid if he had any similar experience, he said he had 1. --- WW2 RUS vs GER I was in an army. There was a war going on between germany and russia. I forget which side I was on but it felt and looked kind of like ww2. I underwent some training and what not for a while until we were headed for battle. I had my rifle in hand and rushed into the enemy buildling. It went alright at first but I ran out of ammo. I was caught in the room to the left. They cut off my limbs and proceeded to torture me. I saw the scene in 3rd person and it was an older man with a chubby face being tortured. I wanted another chance and the time turns back. Battle again. There's also demons and monster now too. --- Claustrophobic supermarket I don't really remember the earlier part of the dream. I was like a super hero or something and just doing super hero stuff. It was near a supermarket. I headed into the supermarket from the back and people behind me kept rushing in. People also rushed in from the front of the store and I was stuck in the middle of the store. People just would not leave. I felt claustrophobic really. It was a tortured and I was tortured by my thoughts and fears regarding the situation. I begin to think of a way out maybe I'd have to blast or kill all the people in the front or something. And the people in front of me began to clear and make way. Someone told them to leave and I was so glad. Something happens as I reach the cashier. -- Notes: Didn't really do much DJ but recalled a little Just replayed the dreams in my head a couple of times. I really couldn't tell that the AP/Wild dream was a dream. The sensations and vibrations were exactly the same. I did wonder in the middle, and felt like maybe something was a bit off. I do think it was a good practice regardless. It's also interesting to think about how many AP like experiences could just be FA or dreams.
Updated 10-16-2019 at 04:23 AM by 96162
I see Carl Gustav Jung. He is very tall and skinny, but his head is that of Jung. I become lucid and get in his face and say, "Tell me something!" He stares at me. I repeat, "Tell me something!" So he speaks to me in the second-person number. I wake up but am too lazy to write down his analysis and by morning (several sleep cycles later) have forgotten what he said.
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